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Mr. Shadow - Can't Hide from Shadow lyrics
[Mr. Shadow] It's the master of the dark Stalkin anybody talking about the incident Tryin to blow it like if I was the president Narcotic selling resident Makin ends daily Fuck being locked in Bailey Boo I got to feed my baby And maybe lately You've been havin dreams Of this mothafucka followin your steps Where ever you may be I'm from SD bitch, southern Cali Where homies run up in bunches Beat you crutches in the back of an alley Call me Daddy When you come before my presence If not they'll find your body wrapped in plastic Like a present, adolesence Gun Slangers where I come from That big Woptown Crazies Is the gangsters that you run from Confront me and suffer, diagnosis critical I'm lettin moma know you were a phony individual It's pitiful to see a fool die like a bitch But that's the way it goes When you're got up in the mix you trick [Chorus] It's the mind of a sick man But can you blame me Mothafuckas out to get me Strap me down and incarcerate me You got to beat down or get beat down Rules of the game and ghetto streets clown [Repeat 2x] [Mr. Shadow] Pack a bowl inhale the smoke and a don't stop Cause in my part of the block We pack glocks and grow crops If you cross through my hood It'd be like crossin through The Brumueta Triangle Find your body floating With signs of bein strangled I disable body's like a cripple Strike em with an axe With a natural high I relax when I smoke my crypto Slang crystal On my hip I got my pistol You wanna be a victim Come on fool don't make me whistle Scitzo... phranic Eye lids always slanted Death wish granted When I draw my automatic Dramatic People say I'm satanic For my actions Knock on your front door When you answer Find me blastin Attackin straight jackin 211 on my rivalry Inside of me There passion for armed robbery So possibly It's just that I'm a mothafuckin nut Plan and simple homie I just don't give a mad fuck [Chorus] [Mr. Shadow] Now fuck beatin around the bush I straight smoke em Find me a mothafucka that's a snitch And straight choke em In blood we soak em Ain't no joke I love to make a mothafucka buckel Give a sign and watch my boys rush you In a couple Duffle bags full of weapons and narcatics 4 Desert Eagles and a key of hydro-ponic It's ironic pounds of chronic When I blaze The place is full of gangstas Fuck a rebel and rave My behavior is negative So stop runnin If not it'll be your relative The one I'm gunnin Blunted, wanted by America's Most Cause the shit that I be rappin Makes a fool wanna over... dose Black roses after hyptnosis Send your wife your hand As a gift with paid postage Now you know it ain't no game In my town Where the ballers make it happen And the hood hoppers get beat down [Chorus] |
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